Thursday, February 26, 2009
Eek! only 2 more weeks, and J.W. will be a year old! Every day counts to catch the adorable moments of him. he could be wearing a diaper and a pair of socks and still be the cutest he can be. I keep seeing him stand up ALL by himself, but then he realizes it, and goes plunk on the floor because he's excited. I remember when J.W. was only 2 minutes old! he was absolutely adorable in his beenie, and white/blue outfit. Can you believe it?- he is already signed up for pre-k at Parkhills! My mom said that when i was walking inside the house from school, my mom asked J.W. ''where's Chloe Mae?" and he pointed to the house! that smart little boy! Sure, he may be T-R-O-U-B-L-E sometimes, but he will always be cute, cute, cute! I don't regret one moment that i have had with J.W.! and i don't think anybody else has. My mom says that he is so painful sometimes(really!), but at the end of the day, she loves him with all her heart. I wouldn't trade the world for that stinker!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Fun Days
Sara Beth is such a happy girl - we are very blessed!
J.W. loves taking baths in the kitchen sink - mostly because he can splash water everywhere, all while being the center of attention. He is having so much fun!
I was folding laundry and he climbed into Sara Beth's chair. He was very proud of himself! Happy 11 month's big boy...
J.W. loves taking baths in the kitchen sink - mostly because he can splash water everywhere, all while being the center of attention. He is having so much fun!
I was folding laundry and he climbed into Sara Beth's chair. He was very proud of himself! Happy 11 month's big boy...
Monday, February 16, 2009
Anna Claire Plays for a Crowd
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
A Friend Will Soon Head Home To The Lord
I am not so great at putting my thoughts to paper, but I feel compelled to share my thoughts...
At 6:30 this evening I rec'd a call from an elder friend that one of our common friends would shortly be called Home. She is an 80 year old woman with a fire in her belly for her Aggie friends, every soldier on this earth, and her community in general. She suffered a stroke a few weeks ago and hasn't been strong enough in body to recover.
This weekend she was moved to the home she shares with her husband of 60 years for Hospice care. Late this afternoon, one of her son's was lead to ask a few friends over to celebrate her life. So, at 7:30, myself and about 15 others arrived. A bed was setup in the living room and the entire room was decorated with streamers and decorations ( just like a party). Each person was asked to share a story or thought with the group. Then we joined hands, encircling her, and sang wonderful hymns. You could see her body relax with each song. Then each person was given the opportunity to pray for and with her and say goodbyes.
I share this because this is my third Hospice death of a dear friend in the past year. And interestingly enough, the ages have ranged from young mom, to mom of college kids, to this beloved grandmother. And in each situation, the family choose to celebrate the person as the end drew near. What a blessing for those left behind! Each of these women had a huge impact on my life and the lives of our children. And the loss of 2 and emanate loss of 1 more certainly brings me to my knees. What I have learned from each, is that actions speak much louder than words. These were all women of great character and strong love for their family. I can only hope to learn from them and share the love of God because of them.
Blessings...
sb
At 6:30 this evening I rec'd a call from an elder friend that one of our common friends would shortly be called Home. She is an 80 year old woman with a fire in her belly for her Aggie friends, every soldier on this earth, and her community in general. She suffered a stroke a few weeks ago and hasn't been strong enough in body to recover.
This weekend she was moved to the home she shares with her husband of 60 years for Hospice care. Late this afternoon, one of her son's was lead to ask a few friends over to celebrate her life. So, at 7:30, myself and about 15 others arrived. A bed was setup in the living room and the entire room was decorated with streamers and decorations ( just like a party). Each person was asked to share a story or thought with the group. Then we joined hands, encircling her, and sang wonderful hymns. You could see her body relax with each song. Then each person was given the opportunity to pray for and with her and say goodbyes.
I share this because this is my third Hospice death of a dear friend in the past year. And interestingly enough, the ages have ranged from young mom, to mom of college kids, to this beloved grandmother. And in each situation, the family choose to celebrate the person as the end drew near. What a blessing for those left behind! Each of these women had a huge impact on my life and the lives of our children. And the loss of 2 and emanate loss of 1 more certainly brings me to my knees. What I have learned from each, is that actions speak much louder than words. These were all women of great character and strong love for their family. I can only hope to learn from them and share the love of God because of them.
Blessings...
sb
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Sick
Anna Claire has the flu - say a little prayer for her quick recovery please...
J.W. had a flu shot before Christmas and we are washing everything like crazy, so we hope nobody else will get it.
On the bright side, she rec'd the "Walk with the Principle" Award at school on Friday. Good affirmation for all the hard work she has done this year.
J.W. had a flu shot before Christmas and we are washing everything like crazy, so we hope nobody else will get it.
On the bright side, she rec'd the "Walk with the Principle" Award at school on Friday. Good affirmation for all the hard work she has done this year.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Our Little Ham
J.W. makes this face and it makes us all laugh. Anna Claire made the exact same face when she was a baby! Do you think he knows how cute he is?!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Backyard Project - 2 days!
The back porch is FINALLY clear of 1,000 toys, yea!
Mike and I spent 2 days putting together this storage building. There must have been 2,000 screws and bolts. One of those things a person does once in life; once only. Anyway, I love it and it totally cleaned up all the toys. Thank you Wick and Jogee for your help.
Already full of stuff.Saturday, January 24, 2009
A Poem By Anna Claire
She wrote this poem in about 30 minutes on Thursday night. Thought it was insightful so I wanted to share it.
Anna Claire Beasley
Rdg. 6b- 7 period
January 23, 2009My Room
My room.
My safe place to get away.
A sanctuary of silence and peace.
My yellow walls from when I was a child,
Now occupied with posters from me today.
My fort.
My secure fortress in the battle of life.
A place to let it all out and be myself.
Where my army of dreams and I fight reality.
My study.
A quiet, calm place to journal and write.
My desk filled with books I cannot seem to give up.
Drawings and homework find themselves cluttered here.
Myself.
Blaring music,
A messy bed, and everything unkept.
Pictures from long ago posted on my billboard,
Reminding me of times I do not forget.
My violin perched casually next to my desk,
An instrument I use to express myself.
My world
A place where my books and dreams come alive,
Each night my dreams and fantasies become real,
My room.
Anna Claire Beasley
Rdg. 6b- 7 period
January 23, 2009My Room
My room.
My safe place to get away.
A sanctuary of silence and peace.
My yellow walls from when I was a child,
Now occupied with posters from me today.
My fort.
My secure fortress in the battle of life.
A place to let it all out and be myself.
Where my army of dreams and I fight reality.
My study.
A quiet, calm place to journal and write.
My desk filled with books I cannot seem to give up.
Drawings and homework find themselves cluttered here.
Myself.
Blaring music,
A messy bed, and everything unkept.
Pictures from long ago posted on my billboard,
Reminding me of times I do not forget.
My violin perched casually next to my desk,
An instrument I use to express myself.
My world
A place where my books and dreams come alive,
Each night my dreams and fantasies become real,
My room.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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